So she directly asked him to be the Zhengjun, let him interfere in the government affairs, and let him take over the power.

In the years that followed, she deliberately forgot Chu Chen, but she couldn't.

Because Feng Weiyu often mentioned it in front of her, and Chu Chen would always come to see him when there were major events in the Dongling Royal Family - at that time he was already a decisive general.

He deliberately alienated Chu Chen because of the shadow left by the incident of serving him. Every time Feng Weiyu mentioned him, his tone showed Chu Chen's guidance of his own respect.

But Zixi knew very well that she had never really hated Chu Chen from beginning to end.

All he had was deliberately kept a distance, and he ignored the depressing feelings that often appeared in his eyes.

Until the end...

The pain like a needle prick in my heart came, and Zixi suddenly came to his senses.

Can't think about it anymore.

Every time I think about it, it is a bloody torture and an aggravation of hatred.

"Your Majesty." Feng Weiyu squatted in front of her, wrapped her slender hands with her gentle big hands, her voice was gentle and tender. "Your Majesty has suffered these days. I have never visited you, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive you."

Zixi stared at the hands of the two people crossing, her eyes lowered, covering up the cold luster in her eyes.

In her previous life, she liked this intimate behavior very much. She always felt that this action was filled with irresistible pampering and indulgence, which allowed her to enjoy the feeling of being spoiled even if she became the queen.

Being with him gave her a sense of security.

But now, she just felt disgusted.

"It's okay." She smiled, her expression was not at all strange, "I sneaked out tonight."

"Stealing away?" Feng Weiyu's expression moved, "The Regent will not let His Majesty leave the bedroom?"

"Yes." Zixi's face darkened and his face showed displeasure. "He said that my injury was serious and that assassination was of great importance. In order to avoid causing panic, he had to wait until the injury healed before he could come out to see people. I even refused to let me see my father and mother."

Hearing this, Feng Weiyu's hanging heart was half as relaxed.

If it was just for assassination, if there was no other reason, then... everything was fine.

"Has the assassin's identity been found out?" Feng Weiyu frowned.

"I don't know, and the Regent didn't tell me either." Zixi's tone was slightly cold, "He was just a arrogant and unreasonable reckless man. When I take power, I must send him to a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

Feng Weiyu faintly said, then smiled slightly, "Your Majesty—"

"By the way, I can't stay here for a long time." Zixi stood up and looked at him guiltily, "I tried my best to find a loophole tonight and sneak out. I have to go back quickly, so that Nan Mohao can find that he is in trouble again. Weiyu, you can bear it for the time being, and wait until I take power."

After a pause, she snorted coldly: "My injury has healed, and he has no reason to lock me up again. Tomorrow... Oh no, I will go to court in two days. Can he dare to stop me?"

Feng Weiyu stood up with her, with a gentle smile on her lips: "Your Majesty, don't be angry. The king of a country must keep calm and not be in a hurry to get confused."

He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, and he sighed: "I have everything, no matter what happens, I will be with His Majesty."
Chapter completed!